Married by Accident
Pulang Kampung's

Time is medicine, the introduction period of Irin and Bambang is a cure for their respective wounds.

Openness and communication are the key.

Who would have thought that their beautiful matchmaking was written in a wound and loss.

Tomorrow Bambang, Irin, and bi Ijah will soon travel to Bambang's hometown in Semarang. Bambang has also applied for a week off.

Bambang was packing some items in the front room, they brought some souvenirs for the Bambang family. Irin came to bring a glass of syrup to her husband.

"Thank you, you know how thirsty you are" Bambang said after downing a glass of iced syrup.

"Together, Irin hopes that tomorrow's trip will be smooth. How many hours are we traveling tomorrow?" Ask Irin.

"How long, at least 7-8 hours will the toll road is long now."

"Hem, we find a driver only Mas let Mas Bam not kecapean nyetir," suggested Irin.

"No papa Rin, anyways mas is used to long trips so. You nervous, huh?" Bambang guessed Irin's feelings, Irin nodded.

"It's okay, old man mas must like you, anyways you if the phone same mother looks familiar."

"It would be different if you meet in person, after all Irin can not cook and other homework. Later Irin is considered a daughter-in-law is not good."

"You take it easy, you won't be told to mess around there."

Irin smiled as she looked at her husband who was putting some cookies and chocolates into a large cardboard box. Seen by Bambang's scalp is pitak in 2 parts, Bambang did end up changing his hairstyle to be shorter on the sides. Irin recalls Winda saying that he once threw Bambang's head with a bottle.

"Mas, that scar on the head was Irin?" Ask Irin.

Bambang stopped his activities and felt the scar that Irin meant.

"No, but it's a sign of love from you, Rin."

"Why did Mas Bam never tell the story?"

"What story?"

"Obout my bad behavior as well."

"Make what? You were not fully aware of that time. You are severely depressed, I am grateful that you will recover soon. Telling stories will only open up again Rin's old wounds, better forgotten ones remembered only the ones ...." Bmins stop in the middle of a sentence.

"What is mas?" Irin could not wait for her continuation.

"No .. No, no need to discuss." Kilah Bambang's.

"Mas, what?" Urge Irin.

"Not to be discussed later if it's time to tell."

"Hhh, why the hell?"

"Mas is afraid Irin is angry, so mending don't have to."

Irin's face flushed, she was embarrassed. Irin had already guessed what Bambang meant.

"Kan, Irin's so diem." Bambang noticed Irin's change in attitude.

"Irin's angry again isn't it the same mas?"

"No, Irin's just embarrassed."

"You're so timid that it makes the mas gemes." Bambang's words successfully made Irin misbehave.

Bambang finished packing all the souvenirs that will be brought tomorrow. 4 large boxes. Contains food, clothing and some other items that will be distributed to the Bambang family.

Bambang is the 2nd of 6 children.

His family was very different from Irin. Her first sister was a married woman, her twin daughter and 4-year-old boy, Irin brought them clothes and toys.

Bambang sisters have not been married, some have worked and wander like Bambang, and others are still in school.

"Yes, I'm sleeping first."

Irin then went up to her room. Bambang looked at Irin until his back disappeared and he was also getting ready to sleep in his room.

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Irin's arrival was warmly welcomed by Bambang's parents and siblings. Bambang House is still a village house, still using teak wood arranged with a white to green ceramic floor. The house is large with several rooms, the arrangement is so neat and neat with traditional and modern order.

The neighborhood is still beautiful and a bit far from the city. If you are lucky to see Mount Merbabu on the right side and Merapi on the left side, if the sky is good of course.

Irin, who was the son of the Capital was very amazed by the village of Bambang. At home there are parents and two younger brothers Bambang, his married brother lives in the village next door.

Irin was greeted with a hug by Mother Bambang, the mother to tears cheering Irin beauty and grateful for her son's surprise marriage. Then Mother hugged Bambang and burst into tears, complaining about her son who rarely came home.

"May be at home yo nduk in the mother's hut," said Mother while stroking Irin's head, Irin fell silent to feel the warmth of a mother's touch and then hugged her mother-in-law.

"Thank you, Mom!"

After eating and cleaning Bambang's body immediately entered his room and lay his body on the mattress. Irin followed behind him, this time they could not reason to have different rooms. While bi Ijah occupies the room of Bambang's sister who is wandering.

"Cape is it?" Ask Irin.

"Yes, just want to straighten the waist for a minute. It's late afternoon to sleep."

Irin was just a mangosteen, she just sat on the edge of the bed and looked around. There are some photos of Bambang neatly displayed on the wall.

"Just sleep Rin, if you cape," asked Bambang while patting the side of the mattress next to him.

"No Papa Mas Bam."

"Irin did not expect, Mas Bam's family was very good. Irin feels very well received here."

"That's why don't you watch a lot of soap operas."

Irin smiled at her husband's answer.

Irin is very at home Bambang, he like regaining the warmth of a lost family, even more. Eating is always crowded to increase his appetite. Cooking, watching TV, even just relaxing and talking. Brother Bambang also came to enliven the atmosphere with the twins.

Irin and Bambang sleep one room but Bambang still keep his desire. She actually waited until her love honey matured perfectly. Sometimes he only steals one little kiss on the forehead when Irin is asleep.

Fajr the next day, Bambang invites Irin to take a walk while enjoying the beauty of the village and draw the morning air. Sure enough, it looks beautiful scenery Merbabu and also Merapi on different sides. Green rice fields and towering coconut trees really refresh the fatigue of the capital.

The smile on Irin's lips did not stop unbearably along the way. Bambang also invited Irin to buy wet cakes typical of the village as breakfast.

"Dishi Mas Bambang yo? Ih, really Mas Bambang, Mas kabare pie?" Greet a mother from a crowd of people buying vegetables.

"Apik ma'am...."

After having a light conversation with his jaw language Bambang took Irin away, with an uncomfortable look on his face. At a glance many Mothers behind whispering about something, sounding the name Winda mentioned there. Winda is indeed a village with Bambang.

Bambang is increasingly uncomfortable to hear, Irin who does not understand the language of Java was confused. Bambang took a heavy breath and then tightly grasped Irin's hand, like looking for a source of strength and holding him to go home immediately.

Irin was curious but reluctant to ask because the look on Bambang's face was not friendly.

"Are you all right?" Irin asked when she was away from the crowd.

"No papa Rin," replied Bambang briefly.

"Mas promised you'd be open and no more covered up." Urge Irin.

"No papa Rin, don't ruin our beautiful moments with comments from people who don't fully know what's going on, we lose it." Bambang replied wisely and calmed Irin down, he did not want his wife's smile to disappear. Irin agreed, however, that he enjoyed the moments here.

They walked again, Bambang still holding Irin's hand as if he did not want to let go.

"Oh, iki wedokan sing called my future man!" Shouted a woman the same age as Ms. Bambang from the front porch of her house. Bambang also looked at the origin of the sound with a shocked face.

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